THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: April 4, 2018

does it bloom, this horror, from my nonEuropean roots from the scent of cinnamon in my blood? the brown and yellow tinges of my skin? or is it just your old soul and mine and this intuition we share on the ground of one another’s battles, witness the fuming anger feeding disenchantment in the street and the acquisitive tendencies of the elite, cowardly saber-rattling, cut off from authority, from that innate expressively… Read More